Strategic Mating Partner Chapter 88

But no matter how much he thrust his cock into this hole and splattered his semen, he could not make Taehyun conceive his child. He would be continuously taking contraceptive pills for a smooth pheromone exchange.

Would it be different after the competition? Would he still try to avoid pregnancy by continuing to take pills or using condoms then? Sejin moved his hips quickly, while in his mind, he pictured Taehyun holding his child in his arms. The image of Taehyun’s large chest constantly filling with milk, making him not know what to do, also flashed across a corner of his mind. The thought of Taehyun, with his child in his womb and a swollen belly, begging for insertion was so lewd that he felt like he would cum right now just from imagining it.

Hah, shit… maybe he was the real pervert. Sejin bit his lip, then moved down along Taehyun’s Adam’s apple, nibbling and sucking the skin with the tip of his teeth. Taehyun’s swollen cock twitched again, and this time, as if feeling an orgasm without holding back, his inner walls convulsed and tightened. Then, he let out a small moan into Sejin’s ear. That choked-up, pained moan mixed in with his breath was so unbearably lovely that Sejin kissed Taehyun again.

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The sex that continued after they eventually moved down to the floor, trying to muffle the sounds as much as possible, finally ended after both Sejin and Taehyun had ejaculated until their entire bodies were soiled with bodily fluids. Towards the end, Taehyun ended up leaking clear fluid in trickles as if he had finally burst a fountain, so while Taehyun was lying limply on the bare floor, completely drained of energy, Sejin rushed to get a towel and clean up the floor. Then, he quickly laid a large towel on the bed and lifted Taehyun up with a grunt and laid him down. Following that, he dashed to the bathroom, soaked a towel in hot water, brought it back, and meticulously wiped Taehyun’s body.

As if he were handling a seriously ill patient, his movements were so careful that Taehyun was dumbfounded, but he did not dislike it. There was no way a touch filled with affection could be unpleasant. Finally, after all the cleanup was done, Taehyun, now dry, picked up and put on the clothes he had come in, and muttered complainingly.

“I really don’t think I’ll live to my full lifespan because of you.”

To Taehyun’s small jab, Sejin replied with a smile.

“But you liked it.”

That is true, but. Hmph. Taehyun turned to face the wall and pulled the blanket up over himself. Then, Sejin gingerly climbed onto the bed, which was actually a bit of a squeeze for even one person, and hugged Taehyun.

“Have you decided to accept me now?”

To that rather confident question, Taehyun shook his head.

“I know you’re a good choice for me. But still, what can’t be, can’t be. It’s not your problem, it’s my problem.”

At Taehyun’s answer, Sejin did not give in an inch and pressed his body heat against Taehyun’s back, saying.

“I’m really okay with your father’s situation. I like you knowing everything. I can go to rock bottom with you, hyung.”

At those words, Taehyun was so surprised for a moment that he kicked the wall with his foot, thump. Ow, ow, ow, his knee, which had slammed right into the wall, throbbed. Taehyun questioned his ears, wondering if he had heard wrong, and asked.

“Where on earth did you learn to say something like that?”

Did he spend the last four years engrossed in the internet or something. As he turned around in surprise at the sentence that was so unfitting for Sejin, Sejin tilted his head.

“Kim Seoyoung said it’s the most common expression used when confessing in Korea?”

Then, seeing Taehyun’s flustered face and sensing something was strange, his eyes instantly glinted with a murderous look.

“That Kim Seoyoung you son of a…”

Taehyun did not particularly want to hear the rest of what was to come, so he quickly covered Sejin’s mouth.

“I think Seoyoung just said it to tease you, so don’t use words like that anywhere else. And don’t send me to rock bottom. I don’t want to go even by myself.”

At Taehyun’s words, Sejin pouted his lips.

“It’s a matter of ‘if you were to go.’ I’m saying I won’t send you alone.”

“If something like that happens, don’t go with me, hold on. You have to pull me out.”

At Taehyun’s quick change of stance, Sejin responded with a serious face.

“Yes, I will.”

What kind of conversation is this. Taehyun was so dumbfounded that he laughed again. Sejin had a surprisingly large naive side to him. No, actually, it was not even subtle; there were times when he just looked openly gullible. It’s just that he hid it with his sharp and prickly-looking eyes when he kept his mouth shut and did not speak. He had said that he was homeschooled for training since he was young, except for elementary school, and he certainly had that untainted quality peculiar to those who only focused on sports.

‘Come to think of it, I might have been pretty lucky to have graduated from middle school and high school properly and even graduated from college while being an athlete.’

Taehyun’s own will also played a part in that. He was a national representative when he entered the stadium, but he did not dislike the feeling of being an ordinary student when he went to school. Not much different from other kids, he made friends, lent and borrowed supplies like textbooks or gym clothes, and as long as it did not overlap with a competition schedule, he went on training camps, picnics, and school trips.

All those trivial moments eventually remained as memories and became the nourishment that allowed the person named Sung Taehyun to overcome many problems with composure and strength. Sejin had not been able to enjoy such things. The thought that he was so easily smitten and followed him around just because he was a little nice to him made him feel sorry for him.

Then doesn’t that mean I should definitely not accept this guy? If Sejin had the opportunity to meet various people and genuinely interact and communicate with other good people, he might have fallen for someone else instead of him. Taehyun, forgetting the fact that Sejin got along reasonably well with his teammates on the épée national team but never fell for them, fell into needless worry. And Sejin, sensing this, stared at Taehyun as if he were a ghost. Taehyun, feeling that blatant gaze, barely came to his senses and said.

“What do you mean ‘I will’? I haven’t even said I’d accept you, you should refuse such a brazen request.”

When he snapped at him as if teaching a child an errand, Sejin furrowed his fine brows and asked.

“Why? I can solve all the problems you have.”

What’s with this confidence now. Are you going to get rid of my father from the face of the earth or something? Taehyun was so dumbfounded that he let out a hollow laugh, pfft, and changed the subject.

“You can’t give me a gold medal.”

But Sejin did not lose either.

“Then if you win a gold medal, will you go out with me, hyung?”

“……?”

Taehyun questioned his ears and glared at Sejin.

“Isn’t this condition a bit strange? I’m the one who worked hard to win the gold medal, so why are you getting the reward?”

Then Sejin said with a brazen face.

“You’re getting the reward of me, hyung.”

“No, I’m telling you I don’t think of you as a reward.”

“Why?”

This guy is really a headache to talk to. The only way to deal with illogic was with even greater illogic. Taehyun finally pulled out a line that was 20 years old.

“‘Why-o’ is what a Japanese blanket is, a wa-yo.”

“Huh?”

Taehyun was now throwing back at Sejin the very line that he had recoiled from with a look of extreme disgust when he first heard it from the gym director some 20 years ago. Let’s see you get shocked and fall out of love. It was a trump card of a sentence thrown with the expectation of looking like an old man on purpose, but the reaction Sejin showed was utterly anticlimactic.

“What does that mean? Is that a catchphrase or something?”

Sejin was tilting his head with a look of genuine confusion.

“……”

Damn it. He only speaks Korean well, but his substance is basically no different from a foreigner’s, so he can’t understand. To not know this time-honored and traditional wordplay. Since he could not understand even when told, there was no way it could have an impact. Taehyun gave up completely, squeezed his eyes shut, and said.

“Forget it. Just go to sleep, you question mark murderer.”

Then Sejin, failing to understand what he was saying again, asked back in surprise.

“A murderer? Me?”

“……”

Taehyun, in the end, let go of everything once again, reached out, and forced Sejin’s eyes shut.

“Just go to sleep.”

Then, he hugged Sejin’s solid body tightly with his whole body, and the body heat that touched was warm. The sound of his heart kept pounding, thump-thump-thump. It was funny to deny it after coming this far. It had been a long time since Taehyun had admitted defeat. All that remained was the problem of how to accept this guilty conscience. For the first time, Taehyun learned that defeat might not be painful. Was it this fulfilling to have someone with whom he could be completely spoiled? Laughter trickled out, pfft, pfft. Sejin, who was watching Taehyun’s shaking shoulders, briefly placed his hand awkwardly on Taehyun’s shoulder, then carefully hugged him and closed his eyes. The light sound of their breathing intersected and echoed, then soon merged into the same rhythm.